Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Wailed low through the valley
Like moanings of death,
Then smote, in its fury,
The fir-tree that bowed,
And snapped like a bow-string, −
The wolves howled aloud.
So my stay was not long —
Nine nights and no more — though my love was so strong !
Clouds burst on the summit,
And down its washed side
The avalanche thundered.
The hollows replied.
Then prayed I fair Skathi
To fly, the tenth morn,
With me to the sea-shore
Whereon I was born !
Thus my stay was not long —
Nine nights and no more — though my love was so strong !
